Yesterday, 01:22 AM
Mik wandered idly through the carnival. It looked pretty run down. The rides showed rust and oil stains, the slightly acrid smell of burned peanut oil floated over the food truck grounds, the music from the speakers sounded tinny and competed with the noise of the rides.
No fucking way would he actually go on any of the rides. Oh Mik had no issues doing risky things. But it was always measured against the reward. So bungee jumping was worth it. But some rinky dink rusted out Ferris Wheel run by carnies wasn't. That was all he needed, getting lifted in the car to the top only for 40 year old gear teeth to finally snap under the relentless stresses of continued use. He could see himself falling with the car, slamming to the ground.
Hmm...he thought. Could he use his gift to protect himself? He wasn't sure. Oh, not that it wasn't possible. It probably was. But it wasn't like he was trained or learned new ways to use it. Though come to think of it, maybe he should. No. No maybe. He just should. His fire work was pretty cool. But he'd seen others do some really cool stuff.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Lady, smirking at him. This time it was raven haired Queen Tatiana, skin tight booty shorts and a halter top barely containing truly spectacular breasts. The eyebrow over her piercing green eyes raised and he nodded. Of course, she was now in her 50s, though she still looked great. But when he saw her, it was the way she looked when he first stumbled upon her on his favorite porn sites. She and later Spectra Lin certainly occupied a lot of his time during his late teens.
Yeah, he would need to see about getting someone to drop some knowledge on him. Worse come to worse, there was always the Consulate. But he'd beat the trees a bit, first. No sense making himself more visible to the government. He hadn't registered as a channeler. The Lady's appearance maybe meant that he'd find someone soon. But even if not, he'd chase it down. Now that he had the bug, he wasn't gonna let up.
Coming here was a whim. He saw the carnival from a distance and for some reason memories for his childhood came back to him. Pops and ma had taken him here, way back when. And he had loved it. But time told the truth. It always did. The place was a dump. Did he feel bad? Nah, not really. He knew how things worked. Nothing lasted. So he wandered around, cotton candy in one hand, as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do.
He pasted a trailer and the tell-tale smell of pot drifted out a window. He paused. He had some primo stuff on him. Red Hulk 24 really sent you reeling. He coulda gone home and smoked it. But eh, he was here. And you never knew where interesting people were. Fuck it!, he thought, and knocked on the door. Who knew what might happen?
No fucking way would he actually go on any of the rides. Oh Mik had no issues doing risky things. But it was always measured against the reward. So bungee jumping was worth it. But some rinky dink rusted out Ferris Wheel run by carnies wasn't. That was all he needed, getting lifted in the car to the top only for 40 year old gear teeth to finally snap under the relentless stresses of continued use. He could see himself falling with the car, slamming to the ground.
Hmm...he thought. Could he use his gift to protect himself? He wasn't sure. Oh, not that it wasn't possible. It probably was. But it wasn't like he was trained or learned new ways to use it. Though come to think of it, maybe he should. No. No maybe. He just should. His fire work was pretty cool. But he'd seen others do some really cool stuff.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Lady, smirking at him. This time it was raven haired Queen Tatiana, skin tight booty shorts and a halter top barely containing truly spectacular breasts. The eyebrow over her piercing green eyes raised and he nodded. Of course, she was now in her 50s, though she still looked great. But when he saw her, it was the way she looked when he first stumbled upon her on his favorite porn sites. She and later Spectra Lin certainly occupied a lot of his time during his late teens.
Yeah, he would need to see about getting someone to drop some knowledge on him. Worse come to worse, there was always the Consulate. But he'd beat the trees a bit, first. No sense making himself more visible to the government. He hadn't registered as a channeler. The Lady's appearance maybe meant that he'd find someone soon. But even if not, he'd chase it down. Now that he had the bug, he wasn't gonna let up.
Coming here was a whim. He saw the carnival from a distance and for some reason memories for his childhood came back to him. Pops and ma had taken him here, way back when. And he had loved it. But time told the truth. It always did. The place was a dump. Did he feel bad? Nah, not really. He knew how things worked. Nothing lasted. So he wandered around, cotton candy in one hand, as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do.
He pasted a trailer and the tell-tale smell of pot drifted out a window. He paused. He had some primo stuff on him. Red Hulk 24 really sent you reeling. He coulda gone home and smoked it. But eh, he was here. And you never knew where interesting people were. Fuck it!, he thought, and knocked on the door. Who knew what might happen?
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods